More plans have solidified, yet some are further out of reach still.
I have plans to leave my job, am planning for a future elsewhere, yet nothing seems real enough for me to grasp.
But what I know, and what I strongly feel is,
I just want to get out of here. It could just be a temporary thing, or maybe a product of this generation – where youths prefer not to be tied down, to have a certain sense of “freedom”, doing what they want to, when they want to.
It doesn’t necessarily pay the bills. But, for now, my happiness seems to be hinged on my plans to travel and travel…and travel.
In a perfect world, I would be travelling while earning money, enjoying life without a care. But this is not a perfect world. And nothing worth having ever comes easy.
I am taking it one step at a time. Blocks may fall into place. Or it may not.
My birthday is coming up, and I have asked my closest friends to donate the money to a charity instead of gifts. I don’t know. I feel more disconnected to Life nowadays. I might leave this world whenever, but I would want to know that I did all I can, even in the smallest of ways, to help someone else.
I am drifting away from friends. It may be a selfish gesture on my part. But I need to protect my heart. I don’t know how many times it has been walked on.
Then again, how sure am I that I have been a good friend?